Anyways, maybe I'm going through another transition now.

I have empathy for people who don't freak out as much about all the stuff that's happening. 

It's too much. Plain and simple. They have other things to do with their time. 

It's easier for me to freak out about it because I don't have to work full-time right now. Or raise kids that are my own. 

I can worry about the children that I don't have to raise because I have time to do so.

But at the same time, it seems like it was sort of my unpaid job to do it. 

I don't know. Maybe I need to end my unpaid job.

I think it is ending actually.

I kind of want it to.

Enough.